I love how all of the Batman villains are like “ah he’s not at the manor, it’s defenseless! and then alfred just racks an AK-47 and is like pull up bitch

Batman’s Villains: The butler will be easy prey!

He’s just an old man…he doesn’t have any of the Batman’s gadgets or training or fighting skills!

Alfred: Oh my you’re right

There’s something else of Master Bruce’s I don’t have as well

(Cocks a shotgun) A CODE AGAINST KILLING

Batman’s Villains: Wayne isn’t here to save you old man!

Alfred:

Alfred is the original “Call an ambulance — but not for me”

@dragonpuppies I spent way too long on this

Bruce: I have a code.

Alfred: And I have a gun.

Batman needs to respect Alfred’s right to bear arms.

“And you’ll never find them all” is so fucking hilarious and a power move.

okay okay I saw this post by @goggles-mcgee and it got me thinking about Steve and baking some more but like, pre-season 4.

Dustin always shows up to Hellfire with these absolutely delicious smelling baked goods for him and Lucas and Mike.

Now, Eddie and the rest of Hellfire havent had any yet because they aren't going to bully freshmen into giving away their clearly homemade treats. And Eddie's never really had homemade cookies or brownies or cupcakes, only the stuff from the store (i.e those sugar cookies that dissolve when they get wet, still bomb, but like, you know). So when Dustin finally brings enough to share and passes them around, Eddie goes to mow through his and takes one bite and nearly cries from how good it is. He didn't know cookies could taste like this.

Dustin definitely notices and starts bringing in enough to share every time. And Eddie, of course, is all about it. He's never had this much of a range of baked goods in his life.

And, he assumes, since Dustin is bringing them in tins, that it's his mom doing the baking. So after a few weeks of Dustin bringing in more stuff, Eddie loudly proclaims that he's in love with Dustin's mother, and that if they ever meet, he's proposing on sight.

The kids laugh so hard, way harder than they should at that kind of joke.

I LOVE! YES!!!!

One day Dustin forgets to bring the treats and the whole club is trying not to look disappointed and in walks in Steve "The Hair" Harrington with a Tupperware dish and putting it in front of Dustin before putting his hands on his hips in the most Mom pose that Eddie feels like he short-circuits at the sight.

"Kid I told you not to be in such a rush leaving the car. You always forget something when you're in a rush. You're lucky I was running errands and the school was on the way. I'll be back to pick you up."

The whole club is watching, Lucas and Mike just nonchalantly like this is something that is totally normal. Eddie and Gareth are sending each other shocked glances as Steve ruffles Dustin's hair, then Mike's, then Lucas's.

"You guys have fun!"

Then he freaking give the whole club this dopey little finger wave and Eddie feels like he's going to spontaneously combust.

The Gareth, the absolute asshole looks at Eddie and says, "So I see you didn't immediately propose on the spot."

it’s been two years, but i think that an icon like her deserves to be known about by more people.

her name was freddie oversteegen and she, at the age of fourteen, along with her older sister truus who was 16 and their friend johanna “hannie” schaft who was 19, was a part of the netherlands most famous all female resistance cell which was dedicated to fighting the nazis and dutch traitors.

among other things, they are known to have blown up bridges and railroads, smuggled jewish children from concentration camps and, as the tweet mentions, seducing nazis and then shooting them with guns that they had hidden in their bike baskets. freddie is quoted as having said that they “had to do it.” and that it was a “necessary evil, killing those who betrayed good people.”

though freddie and her sister truus were both lucky and survived the war, hannie schaft wasn’t. at the age of 24, hannie was caught and around three weeks later was executed by nazis, only 18 days before the netherlands were eventually liberated. she was shot with one only wounding her, and, before the final shot, hannie is quoted as having told the executioners: ik schiet beter, which translates to “i shoot better.”

though she didn’t survive, hannie is recognized as a national icon and a face of the dutch resistance, with her story even being retold in a movie from 1981 called “the girl with the red hair.” along with this, truus also founded the national hannie schaft foundation in 1992, on which freddie served as a board member.

freddie, at the time of her death, was 92 years old and the last surviving member of the resistance cell, with truus having died two years earlier at the age of 92.

though these women and all that they did played an important part in the dutch resistance, they are often overlooked in history outside of the netherlands. it’s important that they are remembered and that their work to save people isn’t forgotten. it’s incredible what they did, especially given how young they were, and they deserve more recognition than what they’ve gotten.

“I shoot better” Holy shit an icon

This is the face of ANTIFA!

Freddie Oversteegen (6 September 1925 – 5 September 2018)

Too Late: Lila’s Mother

Latest Chapter in the story for @miner249er

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Giada Rossi has gone through a lot in life and she had always said she would go through anything and do anything for her daughter. It was the same for any parent she was sure, and like any parent she had been convinced her daughter could do no wrong. Her little Delilah. She remembered the day she had found out she was pregnant had been the happiest day of her life, her and her at-the-time husband Matteo had been trying to conceive for years after their marriage, but things weren’t so easy for the couple. They tried and tried, went to doctors, everything they could. Giada had even feared that she had been unable to become pregnant. It had put a big strain on their marriage because Matteo had always wanted kids, he spoke about having a big family all the time when they were engaged. It got to the point where they were just having sex purely on a schedule to try and get pregnant, their was no passion, no…love like there had been in the beginning. She had even thought they might split up, but one day at work she had opened up her lunch and the smell nearly made her sick. At first she had been confused but she remembered all the signs of a pregnancy that the books and online mommy blogs had described and she had immediately gone to get a test. She cried when it was positive. 

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Replaced: Did You Hear? (Story for Miner249er)

First Chapter of a new story for @miner249er Summary:  Lila had made good on her promise to make sure Marinette lost her friends. She didn’t do it by antagonizing Marinette, she didn’t convince everyone Marinette was a bully, no, Lila Rossi made everyone forget about Marinette Dupain-Cheng. They replaced her with a liar, with Fool’s Gold, and even though it hurt she knew she had to move on. They replaced her, so it only seemed fitting she replace them so she could heal and be happy.

They truly didn’t know what they lost till it was gone.

Did You Hear?

To run a boulangerie/patisserie was no walk in the park, especially not to run one in Paris, France, more so if it was a popular one that was known for its treats by many. That was Tom & Sabine’s Boulangerie and Patisserie to a T, it was loved by many, it had a good chunk of regulars, and it tended to stay busy no matter the time of day. That was why they were looking to hire more help. Sure, Marinette helped when she could, but that was just the problem, “when she could” started to turn into a less and less frequent thing. She was busy with her friends and she was busy with her own work as a designer. Of course they were proud of her, but they had always hoped she would take over for them, even with her clumsiness. So it hurt to admit they couldn’t rely on her like they wanted to, thus the post on their official social media pages went up, as well as their signs. Word spread that Tom and Sabine were looking to hire, and they were beyond pleased.

They had many applicants apply, and they had already done their fair share of interviews, and yet, no one stood out to the couple. There had been teens looking for a part-time job or just work experience in general, they even had some regulars apply, and yet, none of them felt like the right fit for the shop. Then a woman came in, she was a single mother looking for a job that would help support her child and her better than all the multiple part-time gigs she worked already. She wanted stability and was willing to work for it. They were instantly taken in with her drive to work and her obvious compassion for her child. She was Italian so she hit it off with Tom right away as he told stories of his mother and she shared her own. She did admit she had no baking experience other than baking in her own home but she told them she was more than willing to learn and would put in the effort to do so. 

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the gays will get it

original source: chebbyart on twitter

“These are my children.”

“They look nothing li—”

“LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL THEY ARE.”

for some reason I really like that she’s called Hilda.

This happened on my grandmothers farm when my mom was little,

baby ducks act a lot like baby chickens so in the beginning it wasn’t so bad

the main problem is that baby ducks  LOVE water, but baby chickens get very very dead from it,

so you can imagine the mother hens surprise and horror the first time they go by the farm pond and ALL THE BABIES RUN TO THE WATER AND JUMP IN

my grandmother had to come out of the house to investigate all the noise the hen was making

The mother hen was clucking and screeching in distress and running circles around the pond while the duckies were having the time of their lives.

This happened a few more times before Momma hen was like FUCK IT YOU WANNA SWIM SEE WHAT I CARE , and would sit a distance away watching them in the pond.

if the ducks ever abandoned any eggs my grandmother would always put it under that particular hens nest cause from then on she always knew how to deal with her “water loving” delinquent children

BEST ADOPTED MUM

“Half my children are fucking idiots but they’re my children and i love them”

skeletons

THIS IS WHAT I WANT ON NY HALOWEEN DASH OMG

I’ll never stop reblogging this

I told myself I’d wait until October to start putting halloween stuff on my blog. I’m a dirty liar.

Finally!!

I’ve had this one que since April

Happy Halloween month 🎃

HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!

Reblog if you think it’s okay to platonically say “I Love You” to your friends

Slams the reblog button so damn fast

@carvermessiah @theasscramp @patient1666074 @6lostgirl6

Gotham’s Own Ladybug - Masterlist

All Miraculous Ladybug Works

Damian never expected to fall for the new student, Marinette Iszel. He also never expected her to be a traumatized teenager, who watched her mentor disintegrate into ash in front of her, and was actually a missing girl from Paris.

When Bruce Wayne sees that Damian knows a girl, who looks suspiciously similar to someone who he saw with the infamous Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, he unknowingly plants the seed for one hell of a surprise for the Wayne family.

How will Marinette ‘Iszel’ keep her two identities a secret, when she’s being chased by the murderous Chat Noir, who isn’t so keen on his Princess away from him?

Prologue > One > Two > Three > Four > Five > Six > Seven > Eight > Nine > Ten > Eleven > Twelve > Thirteen > Fourteen > Fifteen > Sixteen > Seventeen > Eighteen > Nineteen > Twenty > Twenty-One > Twenty-Two > Twenty-Three > Twenty-Four

My Artwork: Marinette’s School Photo

Gotham Academy Marinette by @goddessofthewestwind

Fanart: MariQuinn by @hauntedwintersweets​  ❤

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what the hell is going on in this country?!

Well damn

Shit has been bad for a while

Right so this lady was smart, if you’re ever in a sedan-style trunk there’s a little pull tab that you can use to get yourself out that is STANDARD in cars built after 2001. It’s the law just like headlights and seatbelts.

if you are in an SUV style vehicle or newer model car you may be able to find the automatic trunk release wire, pull on it, it will pop the trunk

if you can’t find any of that stuff,look for the brake light housing. You will need to pull back the trunk carpeting and feel about. It’s probably bolted in, but some careful wiggling will dislodge it. If people see a goddamn arm waving out of a hole in a car while they poke along I-95 they likely will do something about it

Reblog to save a life….

I was about to explain that handle myself. I did in the past and was told I have a sick since of humor for saying it helps to serve as an escape method in kidnappings.

Some of them even glow in the dark for easier finding.

Reblog to save a life

Damn right I’m reblogging, saving lives is kinda my thing.

Captain the Retired Police Dog Masterlist

Prequeal

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Puppies

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Aus

Soulmate Au

Kelpto Au

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜?

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part two

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when the four vampire bikers of santa carla first woke up from their twelve hours of sleep, they did not expect to see the pitch blackness of the night sky above them... nor dingy, low watt quality, orange glowing lightbulbs that were loosely screwed into wall lights.. and were the frames shaped like cubes? what the fuck? the fact that red, bricked walls surrounded them and the quiet chirps of crickets sounded off, didn't help either. by the smell of the rotted food, and low whiff of sewage water around the outside space, they instantly could tell it was an alleyway they were in.

obviously, they wanted to know how the fuck they got into an alleyway, and where it was located at. the place smelled nothing like santa carla, and definitely didn't sound much like the boardwalk they were so used to being on. that leaves rhe question, where are we?, to ring in the fours' mind.

“ who the actual hell would be stupid enough to dump us somewhere, man? ” paul started, as he, along with his three coven brothers, slowly got up from the place on the murky ground, they had laid upon. looking around, turning his head to and fro, the blonde's lips parted in confusion. “ — where even is somewhere? I've never seen this alleyway near the 'walk. ”

“ the real question is, who was dumb enough to come into the cave in the first place...? ” marko mumbled his own thoughts, while looking around just as confused; brows furrowed together in slight frustration, seeing as he can't pinpoint where they are.

“ .. or why they would just drop us off in a random alleyway? ” dwayne threw out, his thumb and index loosely gripping at his chin as he tried to come up with any theories as to why they were in this predicament. “ anyone that's come after us before, usually would take the chance to attack us when we're off guard.. this whole situation makes no sense. ”

david, who pulled a single cigarette from his pack that seemed to be running low, pinched his own brows together in question. “ we would've woken up if anyone trespassed, ” closing the flap on the rectangular box, he pocketed it before placing the filtered end of the cancer stick, to his lips. “ which leaves me to think no one brought us here in the first place. ”

all three of the other males whirled their heads around to look at him. when he looked back at them, after lighting his smoke, paul voiced his thoughts. “ what the hell does that even mean? ” he questioned, even more confused than previously. “ y'don't think we just magically ended up here, do you? ” marko asked right after, a rather blank look on his visage. “ how else would we end up in an alleyway, other than someone putting us in this damn place? ”

“ well, we're real.. ” the blondes looked over at dwayne as he spoke, a distant look to his chocolate hues as he stared at the ground. “ who's to say other supernatural beings aren't? or that.. something else, isn't? ” when he lifted his head, he met the eyes of paul, who looked dumbfounded. “ think about it - we would have waken up. after what happened with those disgusting frogs, we've been on higher alert. chloroform can't effect us, so there's no way we could've been forced to sleep. and if it were hunters, they would've wasted no time in killing us. ” the usual quiet male, snapped his fingers while a thoughtful look of curiosity sprouted. “ that's why I'm wondering, what if this was a supernatural doing? ”

david, marko and paul all exchanged looks with each other. while dwayne did have a point, what exactly could've caused such a thing to happen? and they still don't know where they are.

“ I've never heard you speak so much, let alone so... ” paul drew his eyebrows together in a thinking manner, as he looked off elsewhere. “ excitedly? is that the word I'm looking for? ” he juggled between looking at both marko and david, but didn't even wait for a reply, before switching his gaze back onto the brunette. “ whatever, man. I just know you're making a lot of sense, and that's scary. ”

marko nodded his head. “ paul's right. but, we should really find out whe— ”

bzz, bzz!

all of the males froze. david, who usually took charge of everything, shared a look with the three others. all of their eyes were widened in alarm. they never got scared, nor really panicked, but due to the situation, they had a reason to be a bit jumpy. since they've never heard such a sound before, either, it concerned them. “ what was that? ” paul whispered in a hushed tone, slight curiosity, but mainly fright, flashing through his orbs.

“ it better not be a bomb.. ” marko mumbled, a little too nervous to move, in case it actually is a bomb. he didn't want to get blown to smithereens. “ I'll kill the whole fucking town if there's a bomb by us- ”

“ will you shut. up. ” david butted in, gaze hard as he spoke through gritted teeth. clearly, none of them were used to being so paranoid. “ I highly doubt it's a bomb. It doesn't sound like one - besides, why would there be a bomb in an alley? ”

“ I don't know, david! ” marko whisper shouted, irritation clear in his tone; eyes holding impatience and fear. “ why are there a lot of things in a lot of things?! why are we in an alley?! ” he was doing small, barely noticeable yet harsh, hand movements. “ a lot of shit doesn't make sense right now! ”

dwayne was growing annoyed, now. although he was incredibly confused himself, and a bit spooked just like they were, at least he wasn't acting like a dumbass. “ will you all calm down? ” he spoke lowly, but his deep tone was enough to grab marko and david's attention. “ I don't think it's a bomb.. they don't make buzzing noises - only clicks and tics. ” he sailed his tongue over his bottom lip in thought. “ 'sides, a bomb would destroy more than just us. unless someone wanted to blow up the whole neighborhood, possibly more, I don't think there's a bomb in this alleyway. ”

“ oh, it's definitely not a bomb! ” the two blondes, and brunette, all looked at each other when they heard paul's holler. they all then turned their gaze onto the spot where he was, only to see it empty.

immediately, marko turned around and looked towards the other end of the alley. david followed his gaze, along with dwayne, only to see him by a dark corner. his back was turned to them, but seemed to be holding something - a bag, a black satchel, seemed to be resting by his feet.

“ it's not a bomb, ” paul said once more, while slowly turning around. “ but, uh.. I have no clue what the hell these are. ” the stoner stated, lifting his head and looking up at his coven brothers, while out stretching his hands. two black rectangles were in accompanied in his palms, with what looked to be apple-like imprints on the back. “ there's two more in that bag, ” he tilted his head over his shoulder, referring to the dark satchel on the cement. “ but one is red, and one is white. ”

“ the hell... ” marko muttered, walking forward and approaching paul; hand outstretched. he curiously took one of the... things, and began examining it. turning it over, and looking at it, he let out a confused noise. “ what is this thing? ”

“ I have no clue, bud. ” paul leaned forward, looking over it as well. he could've just looked at the one in his own hand, but of course he didn't think of that. “ that— ” he stopped marko's moving hand, and pointed to a small rectangle on the narrow side of.. whatever the thing was. “ — 's that a button? ” brows furrowed, him and marko share a look; paul's pale blue irises holding confusion. “ it looks like one. ”

“ don't press anything, ” david said, while walking closer to get a look himself. as he peered over marko's shoulder, he studied the thing. “ you have no clue what this is or what it can do. ”

“ there's only one way to find out! ” paul grinned, completely ignoring the ‘ no! ’ from marko, and ‘ stop, idiot! ’ from david as he pressed his thumb down onto the button. they all braced themselves to explode, or for something crazy to happen, but... nothing did.

peeking an eye open, that marko unexpectedly closed, the curly haired male eyed the rectangular item warily. “ nothing happened..? ” david stared at it as well, confused, but quiet. “ wait, there's another button— ” paul pressed the button on the other side, and this time something did happen. the front, that seemed to be a screen, lit up, causing marko to yell and throw the device.

“ mark, you fuckin' dip! ” paul scowled, jumping to catch the device. thankfully for them, he had fast reflexes and managed to catch it with a single hand. “ can't just go throwin' shit, man. ”

“ I didn't know it was gonna' light up like that! ” marko hissed in return, narrowing his eyes in a nettled manner. “ can't blame me for jumpin' at something I didn expect to happen! ” marko was right on the matter. he didn't know what the device was, or what it did, so being frightened by an expected occurrence was an appropriate response. that's exactly why david shook his head, and broke it up between the two men.

“ knock it off, numbskulls. ” the bleach blonde sighed, only to reach forward and rip the object from paul's raised hand, which had lifted in exaggerated anger due to marko's harsh tone. “ we don't have time to yammer back and forth, we gotta' found out where we are, and what this is. ”

not going unnoticed by david, marko and paul shot a glare at each other. of course he said nothing, for it wouldn't do much but cause marko to complain about paul, and paul to point fingers and blame the other blonde over something absolutely stupid. he rather not hear it, so he let it be, all while clicking the item in his hand, back on.

“ slide to unlock.. ” david mumbled to himself, as he reads the glistening words on the screen. he had no clue how words could look like that on a screen, or whatever kind of thing this was, but he listened anyway; taking his index finger and swiping right. he was amazed when the white, button looking.. white thing on the glass, followed his movements, only for a new setting to appear right before his eyes.

“ what the hell? ” he voiced, tone rough with perplexity. the vampire had no clue what just happened, how it happened, nor if he actually witnessed that. maybe somehow, someway, he just hallucinated. “ wicked... ” paul awed from over the others' forearm, which he was leaning over. “ how'd you do that? ”

“ so, I'm not going crazy? ” although it was a rhetorical question, and david's sudden blank expression made that clear, paul mumbled out a ‘ no ’ that was absentmindedly said. he was far too fascinated to even comprehend that he just spoke. “ this is fucking odd.. ” david mumbled, while reading over the next words that were on the screen, now. “ type in a passcode? th'hell is this? I don't know what the passcode is. ”

“ why would there be a passcode? ” marko asked, brows raised curiously as he now, also looked at the lit screen. “ maybe this is like, some top secret stuff we're not supposed to have? ” paul questioned in return, only to share a look with the other blonde right after. It was like there were saying ‘ oh shit, we just discovered some rad, top secret fbi stuff ’, with their eyes.

“ will you two be quiet? ” dwayne was now behind david, peaking over his shoulder at the screen. he ignored the two knuckleheads as they protested, and instead, focused on thinking of what the code could possibly be. “ usually people make dates or important numbers as pass codes... like an address, or a burial plot. ”

“ what about the address to max' house? ” the three males looked at marko as if he was stupid upon throwing out that particular question, leaving him to roll his eyes. “ it was just a thought.. ”

paul scoffed. “ a stupid one, man. as if we know the address to max' house. ” the blonde looked back at the bright screen, now trying to think himself. “ uh.. what about that broad's birthday - the one max was into. michael's mom. ” he raised his eyes to look at the others. “ what was her name.. loni? ”

“ I think lacy. ” marko butted in.

“ it was lucy, you idiots. ” david exhaled through his nose, already fed up. “ even if it was her birthday, I don't know it, and neither do any of you. ”

dwayne hummed. “ maybe the address of the emerson house? ”

david paused for a moment, and thought it out. it could be... but he doesn't really recall what exactly the address was. they knew the house by memory and good travel documentation, but not by memory of the address itself. “ I don't remember the fucking numbers.. ” he grumbled, ready to just chuck the fucking thing.

“ well shit.. ” paul huffed, now stumped. what else could it be?

after a moment of silence, marko lifted his fallen head and snapped his fingers. “ what about the year? that has to count for something. ”

david stared at him for a good minute, before shrugging. looking at the screen, he raised his index finger and began typing in the numbers. once 1-9-8-7 displayed on the screen, and the lock successfully broke, gaining them access to the device, the three vampires all grinned at their coven brother. “ nice work, marko. ”

“ yeah, bud - nice one. ” paul congratulated, smiling widely.

“ you did alright. ” dwayne chuckled, lifting a hand to pat the curly haired male's shoulder.

shrugging, smug look now imprinted onto his face, marko smirked to himself. “ hey, no big deal - I'm not called smart for nothing. ”

the other's, including paul, could beg to differ, but they decided on saying nothing. marko wasn't stupid, but he wasn't exactly a genius like he claimed to be either. so they didn't deflate his ego, and instead, focused back onto the device at hand.

bzz bzz!

david nearly dropped the object when the buzz rang through, casting something to flash across the top of the screen. thank god he didn't, and instead settled on glaring at the screen out of annoyance.

he decided to reach forward and click on the box up top. this caused the screen to go white for a minute, before the setting switched once again, to a new background that made the four males confused.

“ what the fuck is happening? ” paul asked, as his light orbs read over the words that popped up in bubble-like boxes, in whatever it was that they were suddenly in. “ I wanna know that too.. ” marko pitched, voice quiet and full of loss. he didn't know what to make of this.

“ I think whoever is putting.. these words.. into the screen.. is communicating with these other people that are doing that, too. ” dwayne spoke, reading over the chat himself. “ that's what I'm chalking this up to, based on what's being said.. ”

david raised a brow at this. a lot of the shit being said made no sense, and seemed to be some kind of inside communication that none of them knew about. he also wondered if this was someone else's talking device, that they just so happened to discover, which is why they were in the big, red screen room.

without speaking out loud, he began to press his fingers on the letters that popped up, after he clicked the bar at the bottom that said chat. david didn't know what he was doing, or if he was doing it right, but he had an instinct to just go with it.

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bzz bzz!

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bzz bzz!

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bzz bzz! bzz bzz!

“ oh for fuck sake! ” a tuff of tousled bed head sprouted out from a black and dark blue duvet, leaving the owner of the knotted mess to huff in annoyance due to the fact that their (long/semi-long)/medium) vision was blocked out by their own hair. jutting their head back, just enough for some of their hair to move out of eye view, the person in question grabbed for their phone on their bedside table and snatched it up.

after unplugging the charging cord, they clicked their phone on and unlocked it, typing in (your pet's birthday/favorite music artist's birth year) as your passcode. squinting at the screen, their annoyance filled hues read over the groupchat messages that seemed to be flying in faster than stray plastic walmart bags. you could only make out two messages before the chat, in your notifications, cuts off.

with an eye roll, you go onto messenger, the fucking culprit, and enter the chat to read what exactly was going on. it better be good.

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THE CUNT SCOUTS

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(jessie wallace) daphne blake: I don't believe whoever this is lmfao there's no way you just found a phone laying in a bag, in an alleyway, and are now typing on it - sent at 8:23 pm

(bryce jetts) queer thor: not to mention, how'd this mysterious phone have access to our groupchat? - sent at 8:24 pm

(ricky brooks) weed cadet: shit seems kinda sus - sent at 8:25 pm

(jessie wallace) daphne blake: and they said they didn't know how to use a phone. AND called it a " thing ". this sounds like an old pervert that's being a nosey prick - sent at 8:25 pm

unknown: this is a phone? shit looks nothing like a phone you've got to be fuckin with me - sent at 8:27 pm

(bryce jetts) gay thor: LMAO didn't deny being an old pervert, I smell some truth behind that - sent at 8:28 pm

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: what the fuck is going on & why was I woke up? - sent at 8:29 pm

(ricky brooks) weed cadet: some old dicktip somehow got into the groupchat n is now claiming not to know what a phone is - sent at 8:30 pm

(y/l l/n) royal cunt the third: sounds like your pedo ass dad lmfaoo - sent at 8:30 pm

unknown: I'm not old - sent at 8:31 pm

unknown: and did you just call me a dicktip? - sent at 8:33 pm

(jessie wallace) daphne blake: ricky if this is your ugly ass dad I'm literally booting you from the group - sent at 8:34 pm

(ricky brooks) weed cadet: my sperm donor is literally in fucking jail, you know this - sent at 8:35 pm

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: mmm phones can be snuck into prison these days tho - sent at 8:35 pm

(bryce jetts) gay thor: exactly. so how do we know this isn't your dad? - sent at 8:36 pm

unknown: you all sound like fucking kids - sent at 8:37 pm

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: and you sound like an ancient dick sucker from 1823, what about it? - sent at 8:38 pm

(jessie wallace) daphne blake: LMFAO omg - sent at 8:39 pm

(ricky brooks) weed cadet: lmaoo damn bro - sent at 8:39 pm

unknown: so you're a kid then - sent at 8:40 pm

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: no but yes. I'm mentally 6 and physically 19 - sent at 8:41 pm

(bryce jetts) gay thor: felt. physically 20 and mentally 8 with a degree in immaturity. - sent at 8:43 pm

(ricky brooks) weed cadet: physically 18 and mentally gone - sent at 8:44 pm

(jesse wallace) daphne blake: physically 20 and mentally ginger - sent at 8:45 pm

unknown: how in the fuck are we in the same age range - sent at 8:47 pm

unknown: and you're right about being mentally younger you all sound stupid as hell - sent at 8:49 pm

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: okay anon from reddit dot com that probably drinks 4locos, whatever you say - sent at 8:50 pm

(bryce jetts) gay thor: LMAO y/n you didn't have to bury him, jesus - sent at 8:51 pm

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: jesus? don't know her x - sent at 8:52 pm

(ricky brooks) weed cadet: so.. bad news, think I got covid - sent at 8:54 pm

(jessie wallace) daphne blake: bitch what - sent at 8:55 pm

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: damn.. this is why I stay inside and away from disgusting flesh bags - sent at 8:56 pm

unknown: the hell is covid? - sent at 8:58 pm

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: and this where I go back to sleep. night - sent at 9:00 pm

Come get your snacks, lost boys fans ✋😔

That was my first work I started writing in English, so sorry for mistakes. Also I don't know, what counts as curse words in English, so again, sorry

Warnings: curse words, depressing thoughts, thoughts and talks about suicide, suicide attempt

(If you feel that you need someone to talk to, don't hold it in you, I'm open to every message and talk. You are loved and not alone c: )

Alone

Poly! Lost Boys x Gender Neutral Reader

You were angry. No, angry wasn't the right word for that. You were pissed, that was more like it. And rightfully so.

Of course, all in all the boys had done nothing wrong. Of course, you still stayed with them. And how could you not? You had been with them for the past 10 years, being freshly turned and all. You met them first when you were on a trip with friends in Santa-Carla. You were supposed to stay there only for a couple of days, being curious about "Murder capital of the world". And while your friends walked around, trying to find problems, get drunk, get laid, you explored the boardwalk. There your life had changed forever.

It only took you a week to understand that you wouldn't be able to live without any of them. Without calmness and understanding of Dwayne. Without long talks with David and his protectiveness over his family. Without Marko's jokes and unending adrenaline. Without Paul's flirting and constant music. There was no second thought, when they told the truth about what they are and what you are to them. You belonged with them. And you had never felt more whole and complete. You would never be alone again. You were more alive than before and your heart wasn't even beating, oh irony.

And you were happy with them, with your new life. You got used to taking lives away. It was just the meaning to survival. Now days (nights) were full of laughter, party and love. The cave, the boardwalk, the thrill of the night... Even Max more or less approved it. Well, not like he had much of a choice. He could say "no", he could harm you just because he didn't like you, he was stronger than all of the boys. But then he would have four pissed off vampires who would either try to kill him or abandon him. And with his obsession with family... That wasn't his perfect place in life. Besides, you were their calming element, who could talk them out of trouble. Sometimes. So he accustomed to this.

So, your life was perfect. It had been until recently. Because Star appeared in the horizon. You didn't hate her from the start, you understood her meaning for the coven. You weren't exactly the most outgoing or flirty, so you couldn't lure "food" into the trap. Star was better in this way. She was funny, she was pretty, her laugh was very attractive. You had the talk about it with the boys, and they assured you - nothing would ever stand between you all. They need to teach her how to live new life and how to help them, that's it. So you agreed to that. Plus, Laddie was just adorable, even with your dislike of his elder "sister" you couldn't resist this child. The fact that four grown-up cruel vampires cared so much for a simple boy warmed your heart.

But that was in the beginning. Now... Now you were ready to give anything just to have Star removed from your life. And she wasn't cruel or rude towards you, but the whole situation was... Not pleasant.

Blood Oranges Masterlist

PPoly Lost Boys x Fem Reader | slight male oc x male oc

“Blood oranges carry the magical properties of inspiration, creativity and imagination. They can strengthen lust and passion, while also being able to instill courage and strength. It is associated with the element of fire and the energies of the night, as blood oranges require the cool of the night to develop and ripen. Blood orange is also associated with youthfulness, longevity, and kindly or sweet dispositions.”

The holiday break is on the horizon, finals are weeks away, and you and your older brother are attending college in Vermont, ready to be done with school and be back home with your parents. Though, while fiddling around with your parents old camcorder, you come across some old tapes that look a little all too familiar to you and your brother.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Headcanons

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The Bride that can Break Bones: Master List

A betrothed short multi-chapter Daminette story. I hope you enjoy, I came up with a couple of weeks ago.

The Master: Master List

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Part One

Part Two

Part Three

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